DISCLAIMER: I do not own Julian, Damon, Rob or any character from their
books. They are LJ Smith's.
Night saw a drastic change from almost spring like weather to temperatures down below freezing. Snow began to fall dancing to the frozen earth below.
A small figure shivers huddled up in a ratty sleeping bag on the dinning room floor of a two story house in suburbia. Wisps of platinum hair stick out the top and a baby blue eye scans the shadows of the room.
Angel Taliesin was used to cold night on the floor. Every night my sister-in-law, Morigan Claudine, would scream and yell until I was tore from my bed and room to sleep on the floor with only a white T-shirt to keep me warm. Then Morigan would quietly lay her tall shapely figure in bed; her long golden hair streaming around her pillow and her brown eyes smugly watching me leave from under a green mud mask. But Morigan wasn't the worse I faced.
Jasmina Claudine-Taliesin would find fault with everything I did and then when she found enough faults she would gleefully drag me into the dank basement and throw me into a dark closet. Then I would hear Jasmina's tall round figure walk up the stairs with the clomp of her platforms and swish of her ankle length dress. I could picture Jasmina upstairs smoothing her styled elbow length brown hair then her golden brown eyes examining her expensive make-up for flaws and go about her business instantly forgetting my existence. If only she knew the real me.
On the floor, I finally find a comfortable warm spot and close my eyes, and begin to plan for the night.
After a moments hesitation I rise to my feet. I no longer feel the frigid night as I throw off the sleeping bag and stand. Then quieter than a mouse I crept into the living room then up the stairs and down the hall to Morigan room.
Snoring greeted me just outside the room. I smirk and walk up to a chipped white dresser.
Slowly opening the drawer so not to make any noise, I pulled out my only pair of jeans ones the color of the snow outside. After closing the drawer as silently as I opened it, I open another and drag out a white sweater. Once that drawer was shut, I opened the final drawer that was full of socks my brother wore as a child. After grabbing then slipping on a pair of socks and dragging out a pair of almost brand new tan hiking boots from the closet, I finally make my way out.
I walked past my mother-in-law, Moria Claudine's room with its sewing machines and stacks of material. Past my brother and Jasmina's room where both Branton and Jasmina slept snoring loudly. Then climbed down the stairs and walked out the door into the night.
I couldn't feel the cold as I jogged down the suburban streets and toward town. I went past the Murry and Olslin's house. At the later I spied a light on inside.
Mr. Olslin must be back with Madelyn, I thought as I crept up to the illuminated window and looked inside.
Mr. Olslin stood tall as he spoke with everyone inside. He was wearing a pair of flannel night bottoms then took off his glasses and ran a hand through his shaggy brown and gray hair then pierced everyone in the room with his blue eyes.
Madelyn was happy and played with her short blood red hair while her hazel green eyes danced merrily. She was wearing one of her boyfriend's gifts to her, a pair of green silk pajamas.
I sighed and spotted Madelyn's boyfriend, Julian. Julian was a sight to every female who ever beheld his ethereal beauty. His hair was icy blond, two shades lighter than my own. His eyes were an indescribable blue that matched his outrageous taste in clothing. This time he wore black vinyl pants with only a black vest to cover his finely toned chest and abs. Wow.
I turned my attention to the last person in the room and a shiver went down my spine. The man was shorter than Julian and Mr. Olslin by a few inches with dark hair the color of crow wings and his eyes were black as night. He wore a silk shirt that was black, slacks and some expensive foreign shoes.
This guy wore danger like a coat and I loved it.
"I can't believe you actually came Damon!" I heard Madelyn exclaim in a hushed whisper.
I watched the dark stranger shrug, "Do you think I would miss your graduation after all we've been through?"
Julian snickered, "You mean you owe her after she let you drink her blood to save your life."
At that moment, I knew this Damon was a vampire. I briefly smiled sinisterly and continued to gather information.
Damon flashed Julian a wicked smile, "Maybe next time Madelyn will like it better. Maybe she'll even dump *you*."
Madelyn laughed, preventing an argument, "You're too good for me, Damon."
He turned toward me, and I swore he caught a glimpse of an angelic face in the window, "At one time you called me and Jules evil." I decided to take no chances and left immediately.
"You *are* evil." I heard Mr. Olslin reply as Damon dashed for the window and looked out to see my retreating shadow.
"What's wrong?" I heard Madelyn ask near the window.
"I thought I saw someone." Damon replied with a frown in his voice and added absently, "An angel."
So tell me what you think of this new version?
Night saw a drastic change from almost spring like weather to temperatures down below freezing. Snow began to fall dancing to the frozen earth below.
A small figure shivers huddled up in a ratty sleeping bag on the dinning room floor of a two story house in suburbia. Wisps of platinum hair stick out the top and a baby blue eye scans the shadows of the room.
Angel Taliesin was used to cold night on the floor. Every night my sister-in-law, Morigan Claudine, would scream and yell until I was tore from my bed and room to sleep on the floor with only a white T-shirt to keep me warm. Then Morigan would quietly lay her tall shapely figure in bed; her long golden hair streaming around her pillow and her brown eyes smugly watching me leave from under a green mud mask. But Morigan wasn't the worse I faced.
Jasmina Claudine-Taliesin would find fault with everything I did and then when she found enough faults she would gleefully drag me into the dank basement and throw me into a dark closet. Then I would hear Jasmina's tall round figure walk up the stairs with the clomp of her platforms and swish of her ankle length dress. I could picture Jasmina upstairs smoothing her styled elbow length brown hair then her golden brown eyes examining her expensive make-up for flaws and go about her business instantly forgetting my existence. If only she knew the real me.
On the floor, I finally find a comfortable warm spot and close my eyes, and begin to plan for the night.
After a moments hesitation I rise to my feet. I no longer feel the frigid night as I throw off the sleeping bag and stand. Then quieter than a mouse I crept into the living room then up the stairs and down the hall to Morigan room.
Snoring greeted me just outside the room. I smirk and walk up to a chipped white dresser.
Slowly opening the drawer so not to make any noise, I pulled out my only pair of jeans ones the color of the snow outside. After closing the drawer as silently as I opened it, I open another and drag out a white sweater. Once that drawer was shut, I opened the final drawer that was full of socks my brother wore as a child. After grabbing then slipping on a pair of socks and dragging out a pair of almost brand new tan hiking boots from the closet, I finally make my way out.
I walked past my mother-in-law, Moria Claudine's room with its sewing machines and stacks of material. Past my brother and Jasmina's room where both Branton and Jasmina slept snoring loudly. Then climbed down the stairs and walked out the door into the night.
I couldn't feel the cold as I jogged down the suburban streets and toward town. I went past the Murry and Olslin's house. At the later I spied a light on inside.
Mr. Olslin must be back with Madelyn, I thought as I crept up to the illuminated window and looked inside.
Mr. Olslin stood tall as he spoke with everyone inside. He was wearing a pair of flannel night bottoms then took off his glasses and ran a hand through his shaggy brown and gray hair then pierced everyone in the room with his blue eyes.
Madelyn was happy and played with her short blood red hair while her hazel green eyes danced merrily. She was wearing one of her boyfriend's gifts to her, a pair of green silk pajamas.
I sighed and spotted Madelyn's boyfriend, Julian. Julian was a sight to every female who ever beheld his ethereal beauty. His hair was icy blond, two shades lighter than my own. His eyes were an indescribable blue that matched his outrageous taste in clothing. This time he wore black vinyl pants with only a black vest to cover his finely toned chest and abs. Wow.
I turned my attention to the last person in the room and a shiver went down my spine. The man was shorter than Julian and Mr. Olslin by a few inches with dark hair the color of crow wings and his eyes were black as night. He wore a silk shirt that was black, slacks and some expensive foreign shoes.
This guy wore danger like a coat and I loved it.
"I can't believe you actually came Damon!" I heard Madelyn exclaim in a hushed whisper.
I watched the dark stranger shrug, "Do you think I would miss your graduation after all we've been through?"
Julian snickered, "You mean you owe her after she let you drink her blood to save your life."
At that moment, I knew this Damon was a vampire. I briefly smiled sinisterly and continued to gather information.
Damon flashed Julian a wicked smile, "Maybe next time Madelyn will like it better. Maybe she'll even dump *you*."
Madelyn laughed, preventing an argument, "You're too good for me, Damon."
He turned toward me, and I swore he caught a glimpse of an angelic face in the window, "At one time you called me and Jules evil." I decided to take no chances and left immediately.
"You *are* evil." I heard Mr. Olslin reply as Damon dashed for the window and looked out to see my retreating shadow.
"What's wrong?" I heard Madelyn ask near the window.
"I thought I saw someone." Damon replied with a frown in his voice and added absently, "An angel."
So tell me what you think of this new version?